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When he arrived at work the Captain called him into his office. "Sloan, there's been another murder," The Captain said. 'He didn't sound like his usual grouchy self. It must be bad then.'
"Sir, there are many murders in LA." This fact was already known to be true. Everyday Steve had to investigate at least one murder. He was kept very busy with being a homicide detective.
"I know there are many murders in LA, Sloan," he said with his voice rising, "It's the Miller case. There was another child murdered that we assume to be connected with the Smith's case. I want you to go over it." The Millers case was one of the hardest hit cases to Steve. 'I must find the bastard who did this to these children.' He dragged himself out of the office to his desk. He dug through his cluttered desk to find a manila folder with Miller written in red ink on the tab. He let out a big sigh. He then opened the folder sorrowfully. He didn't obviously want to do this. The folder contained: pictures of a little girl who was physically abused to death found in a downtown alley, her age, and a cluster of other needed information. Steve shut the folder and looked at it with disgust. This was the root of all his nightmares. All murdered children did this to him. Fortunately, it was not very often. He left in his gray Crown Victoria police car to go to the murder seen.
When he arrived he was glad to not see Amanda being the ME on the case. 'She has children, this would be to hard on her.' When he was done examining, investigating, and filing he drove to the hospital to see his dad.
When he arrived he got a warm "hello" smile from Amanda who was on her way to Pathology, a "I'll meet you in five in the doctor's lounge," from his loving dad, and a walk to the doctor's lounge with Jesse.
"Steve, what's up?" Jesse wasn't that stupid to not notice that Steve had something on his mind.
"Jess, it's a murder case with a child involved." It was very hard for him to get it out. He always had a tough time saying "child" and "murder" in the same sentence. It always meant murder.
"Your dad told me about it. Isn't it that Smith girl?" Jesse liked to help out on investigations but it didn't sound like he wanted to do this one. But who would with these circumstances.
"Well it's related to the Smith case, we found another girl, Miller, found physically abused obviously tied down like the child molester did to Smith." 'Already two murders for no damn reason. Little children, how could anybody be so cold! This is when I hate my job the most. I hate to tell the loving parents that they won't see their child playing, laughing, and growing anymore. Their beloved daughter had died and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.
After all day of thinking about the little girl who died because of a child molester he couldn't help but to sit on the beach to clear his head. 'Why would anybody kill a little, harmless girl.' After tiring himself out he somehow fell into a deep sleep with his continued dream.
"Please give me the child ma'am," Steve asked gently. 'They don't train you for a situation like this at the academy.' He was sweating profusely. He became very nervous and anxious to get this over. "Why don't we just talk things over after you give me the child?" At this point Steve cared more about the innocent small girl then about his own life. He started to shake because of his nerves; he was tensing up.
"Just go somewhere else. Let me do what I got to do. You ain't the boss of me! Who do you think you are? This is my child, I'll do what I please!" The destructive mother said. Steve could've sworn her eyes turned red of evil. She called his a few choice words and started to dangle the girl over the edge of the hotel. Steve's heart felt like it broke into a million pieces. He couldn't take this on his first day of work.
"Please help me," The little girl shrieked, "Please." The girl was crying abundantly. 'How can anybody in their right mind do this. But that woman has to be a lunatic!' Steve heard little whimpers coming from her. She kept on say "please" and making Steve full of mixed emotions
When he arrived at work the Captain called him into his office. "Sloan, there's been another murder," The Captain said. 'He didn't sound like his usual grouchy self. It must be bad then.'
"Sir, there are many murders in LA." This fact was already known to be true. Everyday Steve had to investigate at least one murder. He was kept very busy with being a homicide detective.
"I know there are many murders in LA, Sloan," he said with his voice rising, "It's the Miller case. There was another child murdered that we assume to be connected with the Smith's case. I want you to go over it." The Millers case was one of the hardest hit cases to Steve. 'I must find the bastard who did this to these children.' He dragged himself out of the office to his desk. He dug through his cluttered desk to find a manila folder with Miller written in red ink on the tab. He let out a big sigh. He then opened the folder sorrowfully. He didn't obviously want to do this. The folder contained: pictures of a little girl who was physically abused to death found in a downtown alley, her age, and a cluster of other needed information. Steve shut the folder and looked at it with disgust. This was the root of all his nightmares. All murdered children did this to him. Fortunately, it was not very often. He left in his gray Crown Victoria police car to go to the murder seen.
When he arrived he was glad to not see Amanda being the ME on the case. 'She has children, this would be to hard on her.' When he was done examining, investigating, and filing he drove to the hospital to see his dad.
When he arrived he got a warm "hello" smile from Amanda who was on her way to Pathology, a "I'll meet you in five in the doctor's lounge," from his loving dad, and a walk to the doctor's lounge with Jesse.
"Steve, what's up?" Jesse wasn't that stupid to not notice that Steve had something on his mind.
"Jess, it's a murder case with a child involved." It was very hard for him to get it out. He always had a tough time saying "child" and "murder" in the same sentence. It always meant murder.
"Your dad told me about it. Isn't it that Smith girl?" Jesse liked to help out on investigations but it didn't sound like he wanted to do this one. But who would with these circumstances.
"Well it's related to the Smith case, we found another girl, Miller, found physically abused obviously tied down like the child molester did to Smith." 'Already two murders for no damn reason. Little children, how could anybody be so cold! This is when I hate my job the most. I hate to tell the loving parents that they won't see their child playing, laughing, and growing anymore. Their beloved daughter had died and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.
After all day of thinking about the little girl who died because of a child molester he couldn't help but to sit on the beach to clear his head. 'Why would anybody kill a little, harmless girl.' After tiring himself out he somehow fell into a deep sleep with his continued dream.
"Please give me the child ma'am," Steve asked gently. 'They don't train you for a situation like this at the academy.' He was sweating profusely. He became very nervous and anxious to get this over. "Why don't we just talk things over after you give me the child?" At this point Steve cared more about the innocent small girl then about his own life. He started to shake because of his nerves; he was tensing up.
"Just go somewhere else. Let me do what I got to do. You ain't the boss of me! Who do you think you are? This is my child, I'll do what I please!" The destructive mother said. Steve could've sworn her eyes turned red of evil. She called his a few choice words and started to dangle the girl over the edge of the hotel. Steve's heart felt like it broke into a million pieces. He couldn't take this on his first day of work.
"Please help me," The little girl shrieked, "Please." The girl was crying abundantly. 'How can anybody in their right mind do this. But that woman has to be a lunatic!' Steve heard little whimpers coming from her. She kept on say "please" and making Steve full of mixed emotions